Kenneth Patchen (December 13, – January 8, ) was an American poet and novelist. He experimented with different forms of writing and incorporated. American poet and novelist, Kenneth Patchen, was largely self-taught and never seemed to gain widespread recognition from the prominent literary critics or. Kenneth Patchen (–) was a poet and novelist. Born the son of a steelworker in Niles, Ohio, Patchen suffered an early tragedy when his younger sister.
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Kenneth Patchen December 13, — January 8, was an American poet and novelist. He experimented with different forms of writing and incorporated painting, drawing, and jazz music into his works, which were often compared with those of William Blake and Walt Whitman. Patchen was born in Niles, Ohio. I remember you would put daisies On the windowsill at night and in The morning they’d be so covered with soot You couldn’t tell what they were anymore. Inwhile Patchen was still a teenager, his younger sister Kathleen was struck and killed by an automobile.
Patchen first began to develop his interest in literature and poetry while he was in high school, and the New York Times published his first poem while he was still in college. Patchen had a football scholarship there but had to drop out when he injured his back. After leaving school, Patchen travelled across the country, taking itinerant jobs in such places as Arkansas, Louisiana and Georgia.
The two kept in touch and Patchen started sending her the first of many love poems. They soon fell in love and decided to get married. First Patchen took her to meet his parents in Youngstown, then they got married on June 28,in nearby Sharon, Pennsylvania. Despite his constant struggle, his strong relationship with Miriam supported him and would continue to support him through the hardships that plagued him for most of his adult life. The couple moved to a cottage in Old Lyme, Connecticut in Then, inPatchen notes in the letter quoted above, that another surgery at the Presbyterian Medical Center of San Francisco ended in disaster.
He writes, “During [a] surgical procedure for my throat, and while under complete anesthesia, I suffered another slipped disc.
Tragically, the mishap left Patchen pofms considerably more pain and disabled for the rest of his life.
Inhe sued his surgeon for medical malpractice and lost. Throughout his life-time Patchen was a fervent pacifist, as he made clear in much of his work.
In his own words: Patchen lived out the final years of his life with his wife in their modest home in Palo Alto where Patchen created many of his distinctive painted poems, produced while confined to his bed after his disastrous surgery inadvertently damaged his spine. He died in Palo Alto on January 8, His wife, Miriam, died 28 years later, in Marchalso in Palo Alto.
This description, which Patchen rejected, never stuck since his work varied widely in subject, style and form.
As his career progressed, Patchen continued to push himself into more and more experimental styles and forms, developing, along with writers such as Langston Hughes and Kenneth Rexroth, what came to be known as jazz poetry. After the appearance of his first book, he and Miriam traveled to the Southwest, moving on to Hollywood in where he tried, unsuccessfully, writing film scripts and worked for the WPA.
For a short time, inPatchen even took an office job working for New Directions. In addition to their professional relationship, Patchen and Laughlin also became good friends.
His many hundreds of drawings and paintings have been described as being reminiscent of Blake and Klee. Man of Anger and Light in Cummings that began when they were both living in Greenwich Village in the s.
The two poets began to correspond in the late 40s and in the s. Rexroth encouraged the Patchens to move to San Francisco in the early s. Later, in the s, Patchen became a major influence on the younger beat poets including Allen Ginsberg and Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Inhe won the Ohioana Award for his book Cloth of the Tempest. Musical collaborations and recordings. In the late s Moe Asch of Folkways Records recorded Patchen reading his poetry and excerpts from one of his novels.
The original record included a mimeographed pamphlet featuring poems and credits for the jazz group who played on the record, the Allan Neil Quartet.
It was subsequently re-released on CD by the Locust Music label in A recording was released on the German jazzwerkstatt label entitled Be Music, Night in However, a few scholars have published critical books on Patchen, including Raymond Nelson, Herbert P.
Hogue, and Larry R. A Collection of Essays However, the book did receive a notably negative review by Delmore Schwartz in Partisan Review. Man of Anger and Light which was published in book form in This forced Patchen to self-publish the book by subscription. Its subject and its tone are close to those of jazz.
Lawrence, and even to the Bible. Between and there were Kenneth Patchen Festivals, celebrating his work, patcben Warren, Ohio, which encompasses the town of Niles where Patchen was born and grew up.
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The snow is deep on the ground. Always the light falls Softly down on the hair of my belo This is a good world. The war has failed. Wherever the dead are there they a Nothing more. But you and I can e To see angels in the meadowgrass t Like cows – And wherever we are in paradise.
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The sleds of the children Move down the right slope. To the left, hazed in the tumbling A thousand lights smudge Within the branches of the old for. The Dove walks with sticky feet Upon the green crowns of the almon Its feathers smeared over with war Like honey That dips lazily down into the sha.
I write the lips of the moon upon temple of silvery farawayness I gu For her bed I write a stillness o world. With the morning breath of cover her against any hurt.
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In a little while I must carry he Which only fade here; and she will. Let us have madness openly. O men Of my generation. The deer is humble, lovely as God I watch her eyes and think of wond These strange priests enter the ca And seven Marys clean their hands Foot lifted, dagger-sharp—her ears.
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The old guy put down his beer. Son, he said, and a girl came over to the table asked us by Jack Christ to buy he Son, I am going to tell you somet. Speak softly; sun going down Out of sight. Come near me now.
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To leave the pqtchen was my wish, an Early, before sun had filled the r Conveying folk to weddings and to Before men left their selves of sl In the dark of the world like whip. We go out together into the starin And buy cheese and bread ;atchen littl flowered labels Everywhere is a tent where we put show. Life Early years Patchen was born in Niles, Ohio. The Snow Is Deep on the Ground. Saturday Night in the Parthenon.
The Cloth of the Tempest. The Rites of Darkness. In the Footsteps of the Walking Air. My Generation Reading the Newspapers. When We Were Here Together.
Let Us Have Madness.